-The Grim Reapers-
Case 0 : The demon fox
Part: 1/3
Title: The Statue and the Message
Author: Dacara
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: None (now)
Rating: T
Genre: Supernatural, Comedy
Warning: AU, Cursing, Blood Insanity, Itachi (because he so does need his own warning!)
Additional notes: ...what am I supposed to write here?
Disclaimer: Meaning that I DO NOT OWN Naruto (the series). After all if I was the owner of Naruto I would be a) Japanese b) filthy rich c) way too lazy to write fanfiction, and most importantly: d) Naruto itself would be so yaoi that you won't need fanfiction anymore... so are you happy that I'm not its owner?
About reviews: Review. I dare you to. If you do not... then you lose by forfeit.
Beta: Ruraine Light
There are rumors on the internet. Some say that you can contact Them there, that there's a website that shows you what the Unseen are. That if you write your story there They may come to help you... because they're searching for something and every piece of information is important. So don't hesitate. Just write down what made you afraid of the darkness and of the things lurking in it.
Jiraya's hands shook as he turned on the PC. It was already dark outside. There were no noises from the basement, but he knew that... that thing was there.
He could hear the crackling hum of an armchair in the room on the opposite side of the corridor. Tsunade, his wife, was still there; rocking back and forth. She had remained in the same position ever since they'd found their son dead in the kitchen—where he laid, head smashed, on the cold tiled floor, covered in blood that was still flowing freely from his slashed throat. His hands were stretched out towards the living room, where his wife sat on the couch. One would think that she looked okay from behind, but one's opinion would soon change if one were to see her face. Why? Because she had a sharp pencil sticking out of her left eye socket. The remains of her blue eye stained her white blouse in places where the blood stains from her throat, which had been ripped open with sharp teeth and nails, didn't reach.
A red fox plushie with a sweet foxy grin was at her feet, laying where his owner had tossed him when he'd jumped towards his mother to kill her. There were wet red spots all over his crimson fur, on the carpet, on the yellow sofa, on the white walls. There were red specks everywhere.
Upstairs, Jiraya clicked on the FireFox icon. He couldn't help but remember the toy that his grandson so adored... He ignored those memories and typed an address into the internet browser: He waited for a bit and when the page finally loaded, his heart skipped a beat.
The first thing that greeted his eyes was a picture of what looked to be a child. It was difficult to say because the body was so massacred that not even a single piece of its skin stayed untouched. Beaten to a bloody pulp, head cracked open, with face bones practically mashed to little pieces, it looked to be about five years of age.
Under the picture there was only one sentence:
"Are you sure that this is really what you need?"
Jiraya scrolled down, and after a second of hesitation clicked 'yes'.
To his relief the next page that loaded was deprived of any kind of pictures. It was black with only a few words in the menu on the left side of the screen. The white-haired man looked at them and clicked 'your story'.
There was only a type-in box, a few sentence below it and a 'send' button. He skipped over the warnings below it.
1. Remember to write the truth; lies will only bring the night closer to you.
2. Leave your address. If we think we can help you, we will.
3. ...If you really need our help... be careful while waiting for us.
He closed his eyes , sighed and started to type in his story.
It didn't took long. Only 5 minutes later he clicked the 'send' button and got up to go to his wife.
"We have a message," said a crimson-eyed teen. His jade emotionless eyes moved rapidly as he read the text on the screen. Some shadows surrounding him shifted, and soon four more people were standing behind him, reading the message too.
"Today my son returned from work early, saying that he'd found something interesting. He told us about a statue of the fox, that he'd gotten earlier from someone who'd come to his antique shop . It was supposed to be really beautiful and was evidently extremely old. We were heading to the kitchen to examine it (he'd came through the door from the garage which lead straight to the kitchen) but before we'd even gotten the chance to enter the room we heard a crash. When we got there the statue was in pieces and my nine-year-old grandson was lying on the floor. We carried him to the living room and wanted to call for an ambulance but then he woke up on his own. My wife and I soon left them to get get the first aid kit, since he had some cuts. When we returned both my son and his wife who'd remained in the room were dead. We didn't know what happened but we saw our grandson, covered in his parents' blood. He jumped towards us and tried to bite me. Without thinking I hit him with the metal first aid kit. He lost consciousness and we locked him in the basement.
I don't know how am I supposed to say it, but I'll try. That wasn't my grandson. His eyes were blue, and the creature which'd attacked us had red eyes with detailed irises. Also its nails and and teeth were longer and sharper than they used to be. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. All of that happened approximately 3 hours ago. Please help."
And under that message there was an address.
"That's 2 hours from here." One of the shadows said. They remained silent for a while.
"I'll go." Finally said one of the people. When he turned you could see the light from the screen illuminate his crimson eyes and very pale skin.
He moved towards the front door but then a calm voice made him and all other people in the room freeze.
"I'll go with you, otouto." A dark figure appeared out of nowhere and moved past his motionless younger brother. "And we should hurry. If that child is really possessed by a fox demon, those basement doors won't stop it."
"Soon, soon, soon enough
the darkest night will be bright,
the scariest dream will disappear,
the emptiest heart will be filled."
part 1/3 end